How often do people tell you how wonderful you are
and how much you mean to them?

I’m guessing not enough.

Even those who love you probably could tell you more
often how much you mean to them.

Why is it that we often wait until it’s too late or after
someone is gone to say how we feel and how much
he or she means to us?

So I got to thinking about what my birthday means and
why is it special. It’s day to celebrate, a day I don’t
feel selfish or guilty about being acknowledged.

Growing up the youngest of eight I shunned attention.
I felt it separated me from my brothers and sisters.

It was important for me to be included. Being part of
the team was a prime directive of this youngest child.
Although I was independent and marched to the beat of
my own drummer, I wanted to be part of the team.

In the pecking order the youngest was seen, not heard.
I had nothing to say until everyone else was done. Even
then I didn’t know if what I thought or said mattered.

How would your birthday be different if the dozens of
friends who wished you “Happy Birthday” on Facebook
expressed how they feel and what you mean to them?

What if your birthday was a total celebration of you?

Imagine reading over and over again the wonderful
sentiments and meaning you infuse into people’s lives?

What if celebrating your life became a daily ritual?

My guess is it would transform you and everyone who
played the game of life with you.